All offices have a guillotine. Ours is a genuine 19th century killing device and it isn’t used for trimming paper.
Every
Tuesday at 3.30 pm the entire workforce sits in fearful silence as the
tannoy crackles to life and the woman from HR announces the name of the
latest victim of the Staff Pruning Project. He or she is dragged into
the Training Room, stripped of their company badge and beheaded. The
lifeless carcass is slung from the window into a pit full of giant
carnivorous frogs.
It’s a very effective
motivational tool. Productivity is up 4,000% since the contraption was
wheeled onto the premises just one month ago. A few people tried to
escape (the useless wretches). They were soon rounded up and neatly
despatched. Since then the doors have been barred and those who remain
have been chained to our benches. I think it’s fair.
Some
of us have got a sweepstake going. The odds are geting better by the
week. I won nearly fifty pounds when I accurately predicted that Alan
was for the chop. He'd been hiding in a cupboard for fifteen years.
Shhhh listen... can you hear the tannoy?
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